H FOLLOWING 
THE DEER 
138 
WINTER 1TRAILS 
a red bandanna handkerchief to a 
stick and waved it slowly above the 
stump. 
Almost instantly there was a snort 
and a rustle of bushes in the thicket 
above me. Peeking out I saw the 
evergreens moving nervously; a doe's 
head appeared, her ears set forward, 
her eyes glistening. I waved the hand- 
kerchief more erratically. My rifle lay 
across the stump's roots, pointing 
straight at her ; but she was not the 
game I w^as hunting. Some more wav- 
ing and dancing of the bright color, 
some more nervous twitchings and 
rustlings in the evergreens, then a 
whistle and a rush; the doe disap- 
peared; the movement ceased; the 
